There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, "We've nothing left, us must eat we." Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, "With one another we shouldn't agree! There's little Bill, he's young and tender, We're old and tough, so let's eat he. "Oh! Billy, we're going to kill and eat you, So undo the button of your chemie." When Bill received this information He used his pocket handkerchie. "First let me say my catechism Which my poor mammy taught to me." "Make haste, make haste," says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled his snickersnee. So Billy went up to the main-top gallant mast, And down he fell on bended knee. He scarce had come to the twelfth commandment when up he jumps. "There's land I see: "Jerusalem and Madagascar, And North and South Amerikee; There's the British flag a-riding at anchor, With Admiral Napier, K.C.B." So when they got aboard of the admiral's, He hanged flat Jack and flogged Jimmee; But as fro little Bill he make him The Captain of a Seventy-three.
Harmonious Young Men
Song Cycle by William Bowie (1925? - 1970)
?. Little Billee  [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Makepeace Thackeray (1811 - 1863), "The three sailors", appears in Sand and Canvas, first published 1849 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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?. There was a naughty boy  [sung text not yet checked]
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be -- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair brush, Comb ditto, New stockings For old ones Would split O! This knapsack Tight at's back He rivetted close And followed his nose To the north, To the north, And follow'd his nose To the north. There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, For nothing would he do But scribble poetry -- He took An ink stand In his hand And a pen Big as ten In the other, And away In a pother He ran To the mountains And fountains And ghostes And postes And witches And ditches And wrote In his coat When the weather Was cool, Fear of gout, And without When the weather Was warm -- Och the charm When we choose To follow one's nose To the north, To the north, To follow one's nose To the north! There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, He kept little fishes In washing tubs three In spite Of the might Of the maid Nor afraid Of his Granny-good -- He often would Hurly burly Get up early And go By hook or crook To the brook And bring home Miller's thumb, Tittlebat Not over fat, Minnows small As the stall Of a glove, Not above The size Of a nice Little baby's Little fingers -- O he made 'Twas his trade Of fish a pretty kettle A kettle -- A kettle Of fish a pretty kettle A kettle! There was a naughty boy, And a naughty boy was he, He ran away to Scotland The people for to see -- There he found That the ground Was as hard, That a yard Was as long, That a song Was as merry, That a cherry Was as red, That lead Was as weighty, That fourscore Was as eighty, That a door Was as wooden As in England -- So he stood in his shoes And he wonder'd, He wonder'd, He stood in his Shoes and he wonder'd.
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "A song about myself", first published 1883 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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